one from his own place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for
they had made an appointment together to come to mourn with him and to comfort him.
 And when
they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent
every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.
 So they sat down with
him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that
his grief was very great.
 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.
 And Job spake, and said,
 Let the day perish
wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.
 Let that day
be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
 Let darkness and
the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
 As for that
night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the
number of the months.
 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
 Let them curse
it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
 Let the stars of the twilight thereof
be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
 Because it shut
not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
 Why died I not from the
womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
 Why did the knees prevent
me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should
have slept: then had I been at rest,
 With kings and counsellers of the earth, which built desolate
places for themselves;
 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
 Or as
an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
 There the wicked cease
from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the
voice of the oppressor.
 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
 Which long for death,
but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad,
when they can find the grave?
 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath
 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
 Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and said,
 If we assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be
grieved? but who can withhold himself from speaking?
 Behold, thou hast instructed many, and thou
hast strengthened the weak hands.
 Thy words have upholden him that was falling, and thou hast
strengthened the feeble knees.
 But now it is come upon thee, and thou faintest; it toucheth thee, and
thou art troubled.
 Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?
Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent? or where were the righteous cut off?
Even as I have seen, they that plow iniquity, and sow wickedness, reap the same.
 By the blast of
God they perish, and by the breath of his nostrils are they consumed.
 The roaring of the lion, and
the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken.
 The old lion perisheth for
lack of prey, and the stout lion's whelps are scattered abroad.
 Now a thing was secretly brought to
me, and mine ear received a little thereof.
 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep
falleth on men,
 Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.
a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:
 It stood still, but I could not discern
the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,
Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?
 Behold, he
put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly:
 How much less in them that dwell
in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
 They are
destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it.
 Doth not their excellency
which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.